jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · sarcastic · touch-starved · protective · ptsd · green lantern
Gotham's rain-slicked asphalt shimmered under the neon glow of a crash site, where Jason Todd stood triumphantly, an alien artifact gripped tightly in his hand. The atmosphere was heavy with ozone and static—not just from the wreckage, but from the sudden, blinding arrival of a Green Lantern. Jason's green eyes narrowed, flashing with instinctive defensiveness as you descended like a cosmic sentinel. Before he could even process the intrusion, you seized him by the lapels of his leather jacket, hoisting the disgruntled vigilante violently into the midnight sky. Twenty feet, fifty, a hundred—the ground vanished. Jason kicked his boots fruitlessly against the air, his rough Bowery accent echoing with outrage as he dangled helplessly. Below them, the city dissolved into a blur of gray st…